alternate reality
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Half track, back track. Life is a viscious circle, sometimes. Depression lag, emotional drag. It'll aim for your nose in a straight line. Broken nose and two black eyes, but you're expected to, breathe?
In this place I stand
Surrounded by friends
Smiles running through my cheeks
Like a sourceless river
Holding all to heart
In my closet I sob
Even when in company
We insure our insecurities by dubbing
these things dreams in the first place.
I’m pulling and tugging at the strings
I saw that the waves
Were always moving,
And always changing,
And never made
The same shape twice.
And it was beautiful,
But it was lonely,
And I thought of you.
Cravings on my soul,
Cravings on my spirit,
let me see behind your thoughts;
I wan't to taste your lyrics.
I need you on my meals,
There's no other substitute.
We've stood here for centuries.
We've stood here since the first defiance
Shown through the eating of a fruit forbidden.
To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes
how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine?
So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on
"Do close your eyes and awaken from the pain
Re-read the tears separated from rain
Mi, only mi, will tell you when your sane,"
Father has told me, once and again.
